r heart break? No, she went promptly to the devil, once she was sure
she had lost Farwell and his money. Down to the last hope she made him
believe in her. How she acted! But when he was reported dead, well!"--and
Boswell gave a harsh laugh--"her heart did not break!"

A sound brought Boswell back to the dim room.

"You are--crying?" he said slowly; "crying for him?"

"For him, yes, and for you!"

"For me?"--a wonderful tenderness stole into the man's voice--"for me? I
do not think any one before--ever cried for me. Thank you. You understand
what all this meant to me? What a--woman you will be--if----"

Priscilla raised her tear-stained face and her lips quivered as she
recalled that Farwell had said almost exactly the same words to her back
there in the In-Place. She understood because she had been lonely and
known the suffering of the lonely. She must never forget, never fail
those who needed her! But Boswell was talking on again with a new note of
feeling in his voice.

"While I thought him dead I sank back into my shell, sank lower than I
had ever been before. I wanted to die; wanted it so truly that I planned
it; grew interested in arranging my affairs. Preparing to die became my
excitement, and when everything was ready, Farwell spoke to me--from his
grave! That letter from your In-Place worked a miracle upon me. While he
lived there would always be something for me to do. He had made a place
in the world for me; I could keep his place ready for him. It was a small
return, but it meant life--for me.

"There were years when Farwell felt he was coming back. I heard from him
spring and autumn, and there were hope and promise each time. When people
forgot, he would return, and he wanted to go to--to Joan Moss himself
with his story. So long as he knew that she was alive and faithful it was
enough, and, besides, he realized that had she or I gone to him just then
it might have been fatal. He believed that if she knew where he was she
would hasten to him!

"Well, just at first I thought that he might come at any time and might
rescue--Joan Moss. I was even willing for him to have her if it could add
any happiness to him. Then there was the money--his money. I kept his
belief in that, too. Everything of his went at the time of the trial, but
mine was his, so that was a small matter. I suppose all the sentiment and
passion that most men spread over their entire lives were, in me,
concentrated on Farwell. When I th